Although Charlotte Gainsbourg has increasingly embraced the world of acting in recent years, she still finds time to reconnect with her showbiz roots and, subsequently, cuts a fresh music album here and there. Gainsbourg isn't necessarily the brains behind these endeavors, but she does apply her trademark hush-tones to music orchestrated and arranged by more indie rock stars than you can shake a bag of glass at, including Jarvis Cocker, Air and Beck.
Her latest album, Stage Whisper, is actually left overs from her previous record, IRM, which was largely the baby of Mr. Two Turn-Tables himself. It's particularly ironic in my mind, because I felt the material on IRM was uninspired, sloppy and too crazy grab-bag eclectic for its own good. Stage Whisper seems much more concise and in control of it's destiny - almost as if someone grabbed Beck by the shoulders and said, "STOP IT", loudly, right into his deadpan face.
Stage Whisper has far more stark definition to it, roaming from burning midnight discotheques to old, crumbling ballet and opera halls full of reverb. Gone is the lackadaisical baroque electronica of IRM, and in comes its darker, bittersweet sister. I would actually even go so far as to compare this "odds and ends are better than the prime cuts" idea to Radiohead's Kid A and Amnesiac. Most folks tend to get all rah-rah for Kid A automatically, but I've always found myself drawn closer to the trickled down bits of Amnesiac. It's definitely not as cohesive as its better-received comrade, but there is this exciting, palpable disjointedness that makes the album so much more interesting. So, while Stage Whisper may be full of second-string rejects, the underdog factor prevails, and the album is far more of a triumph.
You don't need to sweep your flashlight down the album's darkened ballet halls for long to discover irresistible trinkets like "Terrible Angels" with it's grimy pulsations and the nocturnal, inverted funk of "Paradisco". "All the Rain" tosses in some reverbed drums and ambient synthesizers, Gainsbourg's mouse-like delivery simultaneously providing a strange comfort and disturbance, like a bi-polar ghost, forever haunting decrepit passageways and stairwells of a once beautiful venue.
Of course, when the first chiming tones of "Got to Let Go" march into your ears, then you know you've discovered the long lost heart of the old hall. The luminous white-lit space of the song is a portal directly to the deeply felt rigors of remorse and acceptance. Gainbourg laments delicately, "you've got to be strong when they call it a day/got to realize when there's nothing left to say," then quietly dissolves with a wavering resignation, "good things come and go/one day you will know/you've got to let go". These aren't particularly deep lyrics but there is a profundity and smiling sense of loss to be found - the way the '80s keys tap along, the tight, echoed drum machine snaps and the singer's vibrantly diminutive vocals coalesce - there is real love in this song. Add to it a striking duet with singer Charles Fink, and you've got a fantastic little number dedicated to the heartbroken, the scorned, the neglected, the weary and everything in between.
I'd say the only thing this very solid album suffers from is a short track-listing. There are only 8 previously unreleased tracks on the album, the rest consists of throw-away live performances and remixes. You'll find that the proper portion of Stage Whisper is gone within a few short breaths and few flutters of the eyelashes. But the impact remains. The ghost has passed through you, in all of her make-shift tragedy and though she may never be at the forefront of your passions, she will always be around when you need her.
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